"Here, take this!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
He casually tossed over a crude cloth bag.
"My lord, what is this?" Sun Dafu asked, puzzled.
Curiously sizing up the worn cloth bag in his hands, he looked for a long time but couldn't discern any significance to it.
"Squeeze a drop of blood onto it and try," Zhang Xiaohao reminded.
"Alright," Sun Dafu nodded in response.
He pulled a dagger from behind his back and slashed his finger, letting drops of crimson blood fall onto the crude cloth bag.
"..." Zhang Xiaohao was speechless.
He had told him to squeeze a drop of blood onto it; this guy went ahead and slashed his finger.
Does this guy think blood is free or what!
"Ah! My lord, this, this is a storage bag?" Sun Dafu said excitedly.
"You recognize it?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"I do not!" Sun Dafu replied truthfully.
"Then how did you know it's called a storage bag?" Zhang Xiaohao asked, puzzled.
